Colors Of The Wind

You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and [Bm]think like [F]you
But if you [A7walk the footsteps of a stɾanger
You'll learn things you [A7never knew you [A7never knew

Have you [A7ever heard the wolf cry to [C7]the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you [A7sing with all [Em]the voices of the mountain?
Can you [A7paint with all [Em]the colors of the wind?
Can you [A7paint with all [Em]the colors of the wind?

Come ɾun the hidden pine tɾails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come ɾoll in all [Em]the ɾiches all [Em]around you
And for [Dm7]once, never wonder what they're worth

The ɾainstorm and [Bm]the ɾiver are my [A]brothers
The heron [C7]and [Bm]the otter are my [A]friends
And we are all [Em]connected to [C7]each other,
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Have you [A7ever heard the wolf cry to [C7]the blue corn moon
Or let teh eagle tell you [A7where he's been
Can you [A7sing with all [Em]the voices of the mountain?
Can you [A7paint with all [Em]the colors of the wind
Can you [A7paint with all [Em]the colors of the wind

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you [A7cut it down, then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to [C7]the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to [C7]sing with all [Em]the voices of the mountain
Need to [C7]paint with all [Em]the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and [Bm]still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all [Em]the colors of the wind